I can go weeks here without seeing or hearing any signs of aircraft. Occasionally a rancher in a Cessna or a Cub, running his fences, will buzz the place at low level and waggle his wings, but there'll be no signs of big stuff, high up.
Then, according to some protocol I can't figure out, one day it will seem that the skies are full of contrails. This happened just the other day and I happened to have a camera handy. It looked like a "close call" but they were no doubt very far from each other. Hard to tell at altitude like that, but their closing speed was probably in excess of 1000 MPH.
I like not having the sky littered with fresh contrails and the fuzzy remains of old ones. I also like not having to hear the whine and buzz of distant air traffic. It's almost like time stopped here and "progress" went somewhere else. I don't mind that at all.